Good god. Sauerkraut with bbq sauce? 

Threw lasagna into a tortilla for an on-the-go meal.

One of my loser friends in college ran out of milk so he made Kraft mac and cheese with beer instead.

Oh yeah! I prefer to douse them in BBQ sauce instead of ketchup and black pepper instead of salt.

I am at this very moment eating a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch with milk, topped with CoolWhip. I regret nothing.

I like sticky rice. I like hot sauce. I also like canned mushrooms. So I just mix it all together with some parmesan cheese grated on top. 

I’m drunk. An hour or so before, my husband’s bestie tells me that my entire relationship has been a lie. I’ve decided to kill myself.

In my enthusiasm for death, I have neatly lined up every pill (mostly otc) I could find in the apartment on the edge of my countertop. I then decide that I should eat something to make…

This is the best line I’ve ever read on Jez:

That’s exactly my issue with this as well. And I do think the race parallel is fair. If my SO cheated on me with a POC, it would not suddenly be ok to use racist language. I would posit it’s these moments that try our personal ethics the most. When we’re really angry, really hurt and really amped up, can we still stop…

This.

My understanding is gendered insults are bad because they weaponize existing inequalities, not because you cannot criticize another woman. I can hate and curse out Ivanka all I want without needing to say ‘she’s bad AND she’s a woman’. Just leave the second part out, it doesn’t add anything.

I hope this awful bitch I worked with years ago can never find jeans that really work on her, and also that she may have unfettered access to abortion services should she need them.

Lying cunt for the win!

Mood for 2020

Yes, amen to this. “How are you?” is a demanding question for me during these times. I neither know how to answer it since so many shitty things have happened the last few months, and neither do I want to. I’ve crawled into myself and only want to talk to immediate family, my best friend, and my therapist. I’ve had no…

As the reply notes, it sounds like they may be dealing with depression and (thinks) they want to internalize it.

That’s the thing, the whiney-ass lyrics coupled with the doofus haircuts and the like always seemed like a cover, like they were complaining that they didn’t get to take advantage of people as easily as the jocks or whatever they set themselves against. 

This was interesting for me to read because I was a little too old for the emo scene when it hit in the early aughts. I ended up listening to a few of those bands as they left their emo past behind them (Taking Back Sunday is a great example as they transformed into a really solid rock band over the years), but at the…

In spite of being somewhat aware of these issues individually, I was never really able to articulate why this genre turned me off. I just kind of dismissed it as not for me in like 2006 and never gave it much thought. The angry, lonely, maybe suicidal, maybe murderous whining just didn’t do it for me, and there was…

I was just outside of the age to get into the Emo movement, but even then, the nature of the scorned male seem so preposterously a cover for dudes who would and did act just like the dudes that the evil women they sang about were interested in. The idea of a love unrequited forever in music has seemed like a breeding…